Crying Clouds

I ride the waves of night,

My emotions taking flight on their rise,

Sanity crashing with the tide,

Drowning in the water as I wallow for breath,

Begging for the sands of shore, to feel my feet upon a floor,

Then, I see a door in the moon as it bathes the black in flames,

Faint like a flickering candle.

I see a rope in the vast unknown,

A ladder sewn into the sea.

Their music makes me dance,

My limbs no longer dangle in the drifting of the billows,

The air once befogged becomes a drained cloud,

The night is covered in a shroud and set to sink in the beds of memory,

Its ashes freed into the winds that now dry me.

The water is a mirror, showing me my soul,

And I smile at how small my reflection seems

As just one ripple in this boundless stream. 

Reviews

[Mauricio Montoya]

I like how this comes together; the choice words to describe give me a visual effect as I read on.
Excellent write.

[CompellingComposer]

A very well written masterpiece. Loved every minute of it:)

[MiidniightSoul]

Such a beautiful written poem. It was moving, powerful and emotional.
"Then, I see a door in the moon as it bathes the black in flames,
Faint like a flickering candle." Such brilliant written lines. Wonderful poem you've written, thanks for sharing.

[Angel Bird]

I see a rope in the vast unknown,
A ladder sewn into the sea.
Their music makes me dance,

And I smile at how small my reflection seems
As just one ripple in this boundless stream.

A truly grand write of finding one's own deep inner self. Brilliant!